Naruto Card King

Haruto Saito's cruel sense of humor!

Of course, he never seriously intended to marry Mikoto Uchiha. Besides, they were too young for that. He was merely using his unique way to reject the Uchiha clan, hoping that they would stop bothering him in the future!

Mikoto Uchiha's expression froze.

This time, it truly froze.

She could hardly believe her ears. This foreign brat actually dared to make such an outrageous and disrespectful request. He was utterly shameless!

A subtle fragrance lingered in Haruto Saito's nose.

"Ah... Achoo!" Haruto Saito couldn't hold back and sneezed loudly.

Mikoto Uchiha felt something wet land on her face.

"Ah! Sorry, my bad, I'm allergic to certain fragrances," Haruto Saito quickly explained, leaning back and taking out a clean handkerchief to wipe his nose.

Mikoto's eyelashes fluttered, and she seemed to be on the verge of exploding.

Several shinobi suddenly emerged from behind Mikoto Uchiha, surrounding the table. They were all Uchiha clan members, and among them was a Jōnin with an astonishing reputation of over 13,000 points. They had been sitting at a nearby table before, clearly listening to what Haruto had just said, judging by their darkened expressions.

Mikoto Uchiha, seated like a queen surrounded by her fierce subordinates, glared at Haruto with an intense stare.

For a brief moment, Haruto worried that Mikoto might suddenly wave her hand and command, "Cut him down!" and these Uchiha shinobi would unsheathe their blades and hack him into pieces.

But still, Haruto, holding firm to his "if you're gonna die, die boldly" mentality, added, "If you don't agree, then don't come bothering me anymore. Thanks."

Mikoto Uchiha continued staring at Haruto, her gaze unwavering. Then, without a word, she pulled out a handkerchief from her pocket and slowly wiped her face.

She was furious.

Although she did not express it outright, her grip on the handkerchief spoke volumes—her knuckles turned white from the force of her clenched fist, as though the fabric itself had wronged her.

"The Hyuga clan will kill you!" Mikoto Uchiha finally spoke, gritting her teeth. "I'll make sure to collect your corpse."

"Does the Uchiha clan have a tradition of collecting corpses?" Haruto Saito instinctively retorted, recalling that Fugaku Uchiha had said the exact same thing to him at noon.

"We're leaving!" Mikoto Uchiha didn't waste another word and turned to leave with her clan members.

"What a hassle," Haruto muttered, watching Mikoto and her entourage exit the restaurant. He glanced down at his bowl of noodles—he had lost his appetite.

"Brother, you're a warrior! We need to have a drink together!"

A shadow suddenly darted into the seat across from Haruto, eyes filled with admiration—no, reverence!

It was a young shinobi, around twenty years old, named Riku Haino, a Chūnin. Haruto remembered that this guy had been eating at the table to his right.

"Uh… what do you mean?" Haruto blinked in confusion.

"Waiter! Bring a bottle of sake!" Riku snapped his fingers before turning to Haruto, his eyes shining as if he had discovered a rare treasure. "Brother, I swear, you are the most fearless person I have ever met! We must drink together—I insist!"

"And why is that?" Haruto raised an eyebrow.

"Look, first, you pissed off the Hyuga clan by killing Hyuga Anan." Riku started counting on his fingers. "The Hyuga clan will never let you off the hook—no one can stop them."

"Then, there's the rumor that you harassed Kushina Uzumaki. That news has already spread like wildfire. I bet Lady Tsunade will be knocking on your door any moment now to discuss 'life lessons' with you… And now, just moments ago, you told Mikoto Uchiha to marry you? HAHAHA! Brother, you have a death wish! Do you know how many admirers Lady Mikoto has? Respect! You have managed to offend the two oldest clans in Konoha AND the most terrifying woman in the village, all in one go. If you weren't about to die soon, I would seriously consider swearing brotherhood with you!"

Haruto twitched his lips. This guy was nuts!

A twenty-year-old shinobi calling a twelve-year-old "brother" so casually—this said everything about his personality.

The waiter arrived with sake and two cups.

Riku immediately stood up, grabbed the bottle, and poured two drinks before lifting his own cup.

"Come on, brother, let's drink! I toast to you!" Riku's face was full of sincerity. "A warrior like you—someone like you only appears once in a hundred years. Drink up, eat well, and enjoy yourself while you can… because your days are numbered. Enough talk—I'll drink first as a sign of respect!"

He downed his cup in one gulp and flipped it over to show Haruto.

Haruto simply stared at Riku with dead-fish eyes, unmoving.

"Brother, drink up!"

"Brother, just one cup for me?"

"Brother, come on, don't leave me hanging—" Riku hesitated as Haruto continued staring at him without a word.

"Alright, alright! I won't bother you anymore!" Riku gulped, put down his cup, and quickly scurried back to his own table, pretending as if nothing had happened.

"Damn it!" Haruto finally muttered under his breath. He threw some money on the table, got up, and stormed out of the restaurant.

He had to do something—anything—or else he would lose his mind!

Time passed quickly, and half a month later…

The morning sun cast a crimson glow over the sky, resembling a curtain of blood.

By the lake, outside the wooden house.

Haruto Saito sat cross-legged on the grassy shore, facing the lake, motionless like a statue.

It had been eighteen days since he arrived in the world of the shinobi. After the initial chaos of the first few days, his life had finally settled down. No one came to bother him anymore. The Hyuga clan remained silent, the Uchiha clan stopped approaching him, and even Tsunade, who was supposed to find him for a "gambling lesson," never appeared.

It was as if everyone had forgotten about Haruto Saito.

Yet, this eerie peace only made him more uneasy.

It felt like the calm before a storm.

Rumors about Haruto Saito still spread wildly throughout Konoha, growing more intense by the day. Even the gambling houses had opened bets on how he would die and by whose hand!

In the forest behind the wooden house, Chinatsu observed Haruto.

Whoosh!

A swirl of wind kicked up white mist, and a figure suddenly appeared on the branch beside Chinatsu. The newcomer bowed respectfully.

"Chinatsu-sama, the autopsy report from yesterday is out. The intelligence division has identified each of the deceased."

"What's the result?" Chinatsu asked without looking away from Haruto.

"Of the five people Haruto Saito killed yesterday, only one was confirmed to be from Amegakure. Two were identified as Kirigakure shinobi, while the remaining two lacked sufficient traits to determine their origins. However, it is confirmed that they were foreign spies."

"Hmm, as long as he didn't kill the wrong people. You may go." Chinatsu waved a hand dismissively.

The shinobi disappeared instantly.

Chinatsu continued watching Haruto Saito, his expression growing increasingly unreadable.

He was becoming harder and harder to understand.

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